I have no religion although educated in Catholic schools.
I don’t remember having a conversation about “God” with either of my parents. When my father would take us (my brother and I) to Mass when we were growing up, he’d … Read the rest
Boston Monsoon
I spent two nights in Boston last weekend with my nine-year old grand-nephew and 12-year-old grand-niece.
Turns out it was an invitation to observe a historic combination of rain and wind that was endlessly fascinating viewed from the 35th floor … Read the rest
The Olympics
My late brother and I had one thing in common growing up: we wanted to skate.
Day after winter day we’d go down to a cleared patch on the nearby pond (we had cleared it) and lace our skates to … Read the rest